Король расхитителей гробниц - Глава 8
The combination of these ingredients creates a fragrance that is so rich, so balanced, so intoxicating.
So much so that all the fragrances he had ever smelled, all that he had freely created on the edifice of scent within his heart, suddenly...
Suddenly, everything became meaningless. Faced with this fragrance, a hundred thousand other scents seemed utterly worthless. Lake Cypress
Lin is a more commercially minded principle; based on this standard, other fragrances can certainly be developed. These fragrances will...
It is a pure beauty.
Grenouille believed that without possessing this fragrance, his life would be meaningless. He had to understand it, until he reached the very essence of it.
The smallest details, down to the very last, tenderest branch. Simply recalling the fragrance isn't enough. He imagines using a press...
Forcefully, he forced this divine fragrance into his chaotic, dark soul, studying it meticulously.
This is simply to think, live, and smell according to the internal structure of this magical formula.
He slowly walked towards the girl, getting closer and closer until he stopped a step behind her under the awning.
She didn't hear his voice.
She had red hair and wore a sleeveless gray dress. Her arms were very white, and her hands were cut open.
The juice of the yellow plums had turned yellow. Grenouille, standing above her, leaned down and now inhaled her juices without any impurities.
The scent, like the fragrance rising from her neck, hair, and the neckline of her dress, he made the scent like a...
The array and the wind were inside his own body. He felt more comfortable than ever before. But the girl felt a cool sensation.
She didn't see Grenouille, but she had an uneasy feeling, a strange chill, as if...
A familiar, long-forgotten fear suddenly returned, and that's what she felt at that moment. She felt...
It felt as if a cold current had gripped her spine, as if someone had flung open a door to a vast, frigid cellar.
She threw down the fruit knife, put her arm over her chest, and turned around.
She froze in fear the moment she saw him, giving him ample time to place his hands on her neck.
She didn't scream, didn't move, didn't resist at all. And he didn't look at her. He didn't look at her face.
A beautiful face with freckles, bright red lips, and those large, glowing green eyes, because just as he was choking her...
When he touched her neck, he closed his eyes tightly, with only one thought in mind: to make sure that not a single bit of her fragrance escaped.
After she died, he placed her on the ground amidst the pits of yellow plums, tore open her dress, and released the fragrance.
It turned into a torrent, engulfing him with its pleasant scent. He quickly pressed his face against her skin, his nostrils flaring.
The scent was intense, rising from her belly to her chest, neck, face, and hair, then retreating back down to her belly.
Her lower body. Hattori and two white legs. He then smelled her from head to toe, collecting the remnants of her scent from her chin and navel.
The last vestiges of fragrance in the wrinkles around the eyes and elbows.
After he had sniffed her dry, he remained crouched beside her for a while to concentrate. He didn't want her...
A little fragrance wafted out. He first had to shut himself off completely. Then he stood up and blew out the candle.
Then, the first group of people returning home sang and cheered as they walked down the Promenade des Seine. Grenouille sniffed in the darkness.
Arriving at the alley entrance, crossing the river to reach Rue Petit Augustin—a large street parallel to the Seine leading to the riverbank.
The street. After a while, people discovered the dead body. Shouts erupted. People lit torches. The guards on duty arrived.
Grenouille had already reached the other side of the river.
That night, he felt the shack was like a palace, and his wooden plank bed was like a bed in heaven. What is happiness? He...
He had never experienced anything like this in his life. Under no circumstances did he feel his head spin or feel utterly satisfied. But now…
He trembled with happiness, unable to sleep, immersed in it. He felt as if he had been reborn.
He came into this world—no, not a second time, but a first. Because until now, he had only lived like an animal.
He had always held a mere awareness of his own fragility, a self-perception that was at best weak and insignificant. But today, he felt as if he had finally come to understand who he truly was.
What kind of person is no different from a genius? Someone who knows that their life has meaning, purpose, and a higher mission: No...
It was less than a revolution in the world of fragrance; knowing that he was the only person in the world who possessed all means: his outstanding...
His nose, his unusual memory, and most importantly, his means—the girl on Marai Street.
An influential fragrance, a fragrance that magically contains everything that makes up a great aroma, a perfume:
Gentle, powerful, enduring, diverse—a stunning, irresistibly alluring beauty. He has found his true self.
A compass for post-life. Like all eccentric geniuses, an external event disrupts a regular daily routine.
Caught in the spiraling chaos of their souls, Grenouille no longer strays from the fate he believes he has come to understand.
The direction of fate. He now understands why he lived so tenaciously and arduously. He must become a fragrant being.
The creator. Not just any maker, but the greatest perfumer of all time.
That night, he was awake at first, and then in a dream, surveying the vast ruins of his memories. He
After inspecting millions upon millions of scented medicine building blocks, I systematically sorted them out: the good ones were kept as good, the bad ones as bad...
The bad ones are sorted, the fine ones are sorted, the coarse ones are sorted, the smelly ones are sorted, and the fragrant ones are sorted. A few weeks later, the sorting...
The categories became increasingly detailed, the catalog of scents became increasingly comprehensive, the distinctions became increasingly nuanced, and the classifications became increasingly clear. Soon,
He was already able to begin construction of the first batch of meticulously planned scented buildings: houses, walls, steps, towers, and ground...
Lower chambers, rooms, secret chambers… a magnificent building that grows ever larger, more beautiful, and more perfectly structured.
A fortress of flavor combinations.
As for the murder that occurred at the very beginning of this magnificent undertaking, even if he was aware of it, he felt it was completely...
It didn't matter at all. He couldn't recall the image of that girl on Marais Street—her face, her body.
But he has preserved her best qualities—the essence of her scent—and made them his own.
At that time, there were at least a dozen perfume makers in Paris. Six were on the right bank of the river, six on the left bank, and one...
It was right in the middle, on the Pont de la Trade Route connecting the Right Bank and the Île-de-France. Four-story buildings were constructed on either side of this bridge.
The buildings were right next to each other, so people couldn't see the river from any point when crossing the bridge, and thought they were perfectly normal.
It sits on a sturdy and beautiful street. In fact, the Pont de la Ville de Paris is arguably the best trading place in Paris.
Therefore, this place has renowned shops, and is home to goldsmiths, carpenters, and the finest wig makers.
Leatherworkers, producers of the finest women's underwear and stockings, shoe makers, riding boot merchants, embroiderers of epaulettes
The shop and residence of Giuseppe Baldini, a gold-casting button maker and banker. Also the shop of a perfumer and glove maker.
The house was also located here. Above his shop window was a magnificent green-painted shrine, next to which hung Baldini's...
A pure gold emblem, a golden vase containing a bouquet of golden flowers, stood before a red carpet bearing the same emblem as Baal.
The emblem of Dini is embroidered in gold. Upon opening, Persian chimes sound, and two silver mandarin ducks open...
He then began to spit violet perfume from his mouth into a gilded bowl, which was shaped like a bottle bearing the Baldini emblem.
Behind the tent room, made of shiny boxwood, stood Baldini himself; he was an old man, standing like...
A pillar. He wore a silver wig and a blue shirt trimmed with gold. He sprayed himself with...
He was wearing Franchipani perfume, and the mist of the fragrance was swirling around him, as if placing him in a distant, ethereal realm.
In the distant smoke, he stood motionless, appearing as stern as his own body. Only when the bells rang...
When the mandarin ducks exhale perfume—these two events do not happen often—life suddenly comes to him, and his body shrinks.
Together, they became small and lively, bowing incessantly, and emerged from behind the tent room at a rapid pace.
It was so fast that the mist from Frangipani's perfume couldn't keep up with him. He asked the customer to sit down and served him the finest...
Beautiful fragrances and cosmetics are offered to customers for selection.
Baldini has thousands of fragrances and cosmetics. His offerings range from high-end perfumes, flower oils, and formulations.
Leather extracts, secretions, balms, rosin, and other solid, liquid, and waxy daily cosmetics and pharmaceuticals—
From various types of hair conditioners, ointments, powders, soaps, skin creams, sachets, hair waxes, beard oils, and wart medications
From water and beauty creams to bath gels, detergents, salts, bathroom vinegars, and countless pure perfumes. However...
Baldini wasn't content with just these top-tier beauty products. His ambition was to bring together...
Something that has a certain fragrance or serves a fragrance in some way. Therefore, besides fumigation pills, fumigation tablets, and fumigation tools...
It also includes all the spices from citronella to cinnamon, as well as concentrated sugar syrup, liqueur, fruit juice, Cyprus, and Malta.
Wines from Laga and Corinthians, as well as honey, coffee, tea, dried fruit, candied fruit, figs, and candy.
Chocolate, chestnuts, even gelatinous cauliflower sprouts, cucumbers, and onions, as well as salted tuna. And then there's the aroma.
Sealing wax, perfumed stationery, rose-scented ink, a Spanish leather briefcase, and a sandalwood dip pen.
Small boxes and cabinets made of fragrant wood, all sorts of trinkets and bowls for holding flower petals, brass incense burners, and perfume containers.
Glass bottles, crystal bowls with ground glass stoppers, scented gloves, scented handkerchiefs, and pincushions filled with nutmeg flowers.
And the fragrant mat cloth that can make a room smell wonderful for over a hundred years.
Of course, all these goods cannot be accommodated in a luxurious shop facing the street (or the bridge), therefore
Without a basement, not only the storage room of this house, but also the entire second and third floors, as well as the first floor...
All the rooms on the first floor facing the river had to be used as storage. As a result, the Baldini building was filled with…
An indescribable, chaotic odor. Although the quality of each product undergoes rigorous inspection—Bardini only…
Buy top-notch products—but the chaotic blending of their scents is unbearable, as if they were perfectly matched.
A thousand-strong orchestra, each musician straining to play a different melody. Baldini himself and his employees...
The staff had become numb to the chaos, acting like deaf, aging commanders. His wife, who lived on the fourth floor,
She waged a hard-fought battle against expanding the floor into a warehouse, yet she could barely detect many of the smells.
There was nothing to hinder it. But first-time customers at Baldini's shop felt differently. They would feel that this abundance...
The mixed smells of the store felt like a punch to the face; their structure either made him ecstatic or drowsy.